A Lone
I'm alone
in a closet of a
room.
The day is done;
the night not yet
come.
The feathereds have
fled the scene.
The buzzings've
let the flowers
be.
Now, it's just me.
Awaiting the moon
to keep me company.
When she rises,
I'll at last be
my best Alone.
Copyright © Stephe Watson | Year Posted 2018
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